10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 120- She is Mine

Everyone in the car froze.

Even Ytrisia tensed slightly, her purple energy flaring. Eventide stepped instinctively in front of Sugar, her eyes burning with adrenaline. Sugar’s breath hitched painfully in her throat, her long legs suddenly feeling incredibly weak.

And standing in the dead center of the room, Cruxius stood. One arm raised. The smoking Desert Eagle still aimed precisely where Darithi’s blade had been. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

His fingers didn’t tremble. His stance didn’t shift an inch.

But the air in the room suddenly felt freezing cold.

His voice tore through the silence.

"Don’t hurt her."

It wasn’t a warning.

It was an absolute command.

Heavy. Crushing. Crackling with dark fury and something else entirely—something deeply, violently possessive.

Or at least, he flawlessly tried to act possessive. Like a tragic, tortured person who loved deeply but was cornered by fate into betraying someone. Yet in his dark heart, he carried the heavy burden and pure love for the one whom he had betrayed.

Because to be completely honest, he had just gotten caught red-handed on the very first day of his grand introduction to this world as a supervillain. His identity was thoroughly, embarrassingly revealed.

So, forget his grand plan to give a theatrical introduction; here, Sugar herself had just given one for him.

With his brilliant mind rapidly taking over the narrative, his voice went totally cold, his free hand clenched into a tight fist, and his face turned to that of a dark predator awakening after seeing someone fiercely close to his heart getting hurt, he declared heavily.

"....She is mine."

’!?’

Sugar’s soft lips parted again, but no sound came out. She couldn’t look away from his masked face, her chest heaving.

Darithi stood frozen, deeply confused—not by the gunshot, but by the reasoning. She’d moved fast to protect him, hadn’t she? Why the hell had he stopped her?

But his golden eyes never even flicked toward his bodyguard.

They were locked intensely on Sugar.

And something entirely unspoken pulsed heavily behind that dark mask. ’...Oh, I see,’ Darithi seemed to instantly understand her master’s complex intentions. As if looking into a dark mirror, she knew his twisted games all too well, prompting her to instantly execute a flawless backflip to quickly distance herself from Sugar’s space.

’No, is he repeating the exact same tragic mistake again?!’ Sugar, on the other hand, was clearly shocked to her core. Her mind violently recalled the past life where this very man—now standing tall in front of her—chose a dark, lonely path where he was, just like before, entirely alone in handling the heavy duty that belonged to the corrupt Hero Association.

He was alone, bravely trying to act undercover as a hated supervillain just to protect humanity from the shadows.

A selfless, tragic man whom she had loved deeply... loved with all her heart until the terrible day he had "betrayed" her for the greater good.

"Darithi and Ytrisia, let’s leave. I will find some other appropriate time to complete our necessary task," Cruxius said coldly, looking directly towards Sugar. He vividly remembered exactly how to manipulate her soft heart, given she was, in the end, a righteous superheroine. He had acted as an undercover supervillain in the past, making grand excuses and countless intricate plans, portraying himself as a tragic lone wolf—a fighter who was walking a bloody path away from the corruption within the Hero Association and the evils of supervillains, all to save humanity.

Just a cliché, highly dramatic story he desperately needed right now to impress the supposedly cold superheroine named Sugar.

So at least he would have a somewhat valid excuse not to physically escape as far as he could in this supervillain getup.

"Y-yes," Ytrisia said, clearly deeply confused considering she was just violently pulled here by Darithi.

Arriving in front of both Sugar and Eventide in a highly tense situation where she needed to act immediately or else she would be the first one to become suspicious, she had just blindly followed Darithi by attacking them without actually harming or inflicting major wounds. But the embarrassing result was simply that she got caught playing the villain.

A totally futile fight.

’....’

Ytrisia and Darithi slowly moved forward, clearly passing right beside both the stunned Sugar and the tense Eventide. They ignored the heroes’ trance-like state and looked towards them in genuine confusion as they approached Cruxius, pulling down their dark masks while removing the heavy cloaks, which were entirely unnecessary now that the secret was out.

’Come on, Sugar, burst with emotion before I leave,’ Cruxius thought eagerly. Given the tense situation and his flawless acting, there was a massive emotional blockage that might perfectly spark in this specific moment. As per the past life story, he had tragically chosen to become a supervillain for the ultimate safety of this world, so Sugar might dramatically try to stop him or something.

But there was absolutely no reply coming from her side, making him genuinely think that maybe she had truly become detached from him in this life. He slowly turned and moved to leave, his coat swishing.

"Stop, Cruxius, you absolutely cannot ruin your life again!"

The twisted metal groaned heavily beneath her back.

Thick smoke still hissed angrily from the derailed train car. Massive rubble surrounded her, a chaotic mix of twisted iron and blood-stained dust. Her vision swam nauseatingly for a moment, but only for a moment. The pain didn’t last. It never did for her.

Az clenched her jaw tightly and violently pulled herself upright. Her delicate hands were torn open, exposing bone, her pale skin heavily scorched, the expensive fabric of her coat nearly melted completely onto her arms.

But her immortal body was already fixing itself.

A low, sickening pulse ran rapidly beneath her skin—destroyed cells splitting, torn muscles threading themselves violently back together like bloody worms. Her split lip sealed shut. Her cracked ribs clicked wetly back into place.

A panicked paramedic stumbled toward her, yelling over the siren noise, "Ma’am! Please sit still! You’re heavily—"